This is a story, tell it quick as I can
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A week ago, I met a stumbler man
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He stumbled up, he said, "All I wanna know,
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How far the hratche-plche Kaiser Rolls"
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I begged his pardon, should have turned and ran,
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So hard talking to a stumbler man
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He stumbled over, and over again
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"The Kaiser hratche Rolls since time began"
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I raised my finger from the center of my hand,
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Tried to wave farewell to the stumbler man
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He slobbered 'n puked (PUGH!) in a garbage can
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"The Kaiser hratche Rollin' might raise some sand"
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Pushed him aside as he was slowin' my plan
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So hard to understand a real stumbler man
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Some stuff from his nose, crawled over his clothes, he said,
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"Nobody ever tells me which way he goes"
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Kaiser rolls 'n rolls 'n rolls
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Kaiser rolls, and Kaiser rolls
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Surprise to me they ain't catched him yet,
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HOW'S ABOUT A DOLLAR FOR SOME CIGARETTE?
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Kaiser Rolls
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Frank Zappa |